Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

The all-black sedan drove smoothly back to the five-star hotel.

Back to the presidential suite.

The room was dimly lit, and the assistant stayed in the outer room to finish up some paperwork.

Shen Yan stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's dazzling night view.

He raised his hand and loosened the tie around his neck with some irritation.

The top two buttons of the cool-toned shirt were casually undone, revealing a clean-cut neck and a clearly visible collarbone.

His jawline was taut, and his Adam's apple slid heavily again.

The more I tried to banish that frail figure from my mind, the clearer the absurd scenes from last night replayed before my eyes.

He could even recall the warmth of her slender waist.

My legs, which were standing straight, felt slightly tight.

Shen Yan looked down at the obvious reaction in her body, a dark cloud settling between her brows.

A man with strong self-control who values ​​power over desire would never allow himself to be controlled by such base desires.

Especially since the other party is just a stupid girl who works part-time and even uses the money to support other useless men.

He took a million dollars from me, and then he could happily eat and cuddle with his cat.

She didn't even show any signs of being affected by him.

Shen Yan loosened his collar, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The more I try to suppress it, the clearer those images become.

He hated this loss of control.

I hate it even more when a woman occupies a place in my mind.

Shen Yan walked out of the bedroom and stood in the spacious living room.

His voice was cold and devoid of any inflection.

"Go find a woman."

The assistant's hands, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped, and he stared intently at his boss.

Having followed Shen Yan for so many years, the special assistant had never heard such an order before.

Shen Yan leaned back on the leather sofa, lazily lifting her eyelids.

"It needs to be clean and nice; bring it to the room."

The assistant swallowed hard and immediately nodded in agreement.

It seems that last night's thrilling accident has finally awakened the wisdom of this detached and indifferent Buddha.

Having tasted the flavors of love, he experienced the needs of a normal man.

The special assistant is extremely efficient.

In less than half an hour, a woman was taken to the presidential suite.

She was an extremely young and beautiful college girl, wearing a simple white dress and light makeup, looking pure and lovely.

She originally agreed to come only because of the generous reward.

Upon entering, the girl blushed immediately upon seeing Shen Yan's strikingly handsome face.

This man was a hundred times more handsome than any popular male star, exuding an aura of cold nobility and superiority.

The girl's heart raced, and she boldly stepped forward.

"Sir, let me serve you."

She reached out, wanting to touch Shen Yan's slightly open shirt collar.

The distance suddenly closed.

An unfamiliar scent of cosmetics mixed with the cold air from outside entered my nostrils.

The frequency of her breathing as she approached.

Shen Yan's stomach churned immediately, and that familiar and intense feeling of nausea surged into her heart.

He reflexively stepped back, his brows furrowed with terrifying ferocity.

"Get out."

The girl was frightened by his terrifying appearance and collapsed onto the thick carpet, her eyes reddening.

The assistant rushed over upon hearing the commotion and, seeing Shen Yan's terrifyingly gloomy expression, quickly ordered the bodyguards to take the girl away from the suite.

Soon, the sound of running water from the bathroom came from inside the bedroom.

Shen Yan stood in the spacious shower room, letting the icy water pour over her head.

Water droplets flowed down his sharp shoulder and neck lines, across his well-defined pectoral muscles and taut eight-pack abs, and finally disappeared into his V-line.

He was washing away the extreme discomfort that came from being near a strange presence.

I washed it with cold water for a full half hour.

Shen Yan walked out wearing a black bathrobe, water droplets dripping from her hair onto her collarbone.

The assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Chairman Shen, perhaps the previous dish was too bland and didn't suit your taste."

I've arranged a few more of different types; how would you like to handle them?

Shen Yan sat on the single sofa, her face cold and silent.

Followed by.

One after another, glamorous and flamboyant models, gentle and graceful socialites from Jiangnan, and alluring top courtesans from high-end clubs were brought into this suite.

Without exception, the results were all the same.

Anyone who tries to get even half a step closer to Shen Yan.

Even if they are within a meter of him, he will immediately feel a strong sense of repulsion.

Those cold, deep eyes were filled with disgust.

Every time Shen Yan drove away a carefully chosen woman, she would go into the bathroom to take a shower again.

I made four or five trips back and forth.

The assistant watched with trepidation, finally realizing that things were not as simple as he had thought.

The boss's misogyny wasn't completely cured by last night's sexual experience.

That obsessive-compulsive disorder about not being able to touch women still exists, and it's even more severe than before.

The suite returned to quiet.

Shen Yan leaned back on the single sofa, her hair still half-wet.

His broad shoulders and back muscles were subtly taut, and his slender fingers were crossed on his knees, their knuckles clearly defined.

He had to confront a problem.

Jiang Li was indeed an extremely special person to him.

It wasn't because she was particularly beautiful, nor was it because she happened to be in the line of fire last night.

Simply because of the smell on her.

The naturally emanating sweet fragrance of pear blossoms could easily break down his thirty-year-old defenses against abstinence.

And the trembling she felt when she touched his skin seemed to be born to be compatible with him.

That was the only woman in the past thirty years who could make him completely lose control.

Upon discovering this unique peculiarity, Shen Yan's first reaction was not to want to bring the person back to his side.

The first instinct of someone who is naturally suspicious and constantly walks on the edge of a knife is to stay away immediately.

Anything or anyone beyond his control that could affect his emotions was a deadly threat.

The leaders of the East Asian conglomerate have no need for such a vulnerability of dubious origin.

Shen Yan calmly analyzed the situation and gave a final definition to all of this abnormality.

It was just a fleeting illusion brought about by the first burst of lust.

Coupled with the lingering instinctive memories from being drugged, he mistakenly believed that the girl surnamed Jiang had something special about her.

As long as we create distance and let time dilute these confused memories, everything will return to normal.

He doesn't need ginger and pear.

I shouldn't see her again.

The assistant waited for instructions.

Shen Yan's gaze was steady, and his attitude was resolute.

"Now hand it over to the branch office and let them take over the remaining contracts."

Book me the earliest flight for a business trip to Europe.

He needs to leave the city immediately.

Completely sever all ties with that woman by maintaining a great distance.

The assistant dared not say more and immediately picked up the tablet to start arranging the overseas trip.

The night was dark.

Shen Yan sat alone in the dimly lit room, looking at the flight confirmation information sent by her assistant.

His expression was as cold and indifferent as a stubborn rock, showing no sign of emotional fluctuation.

The air was clearly filled with calming, custom-made incense.

But Shen Yan felt that the faint, sweet fragrance of pear blossoms still lingered in her nose.

The more he tried to suppress the image of Jiang Li panting beneath him last night, the more vividly he recalled it.

The clearer the image becomes in your mind.